Top A was reborn as O and was confessed to by his mortal enemy

Boom——

Another bolt of lightning struck, and the flash of lightning outside the window just happened to illuminate Jiang Yun's portrait.

The smell of incense, candles and paper money in the air, coupled with the slightly eerie atmosphere at the time, gives people a chilling and spooky feeling.

Lu Qinqin's face turned pale. She subconsciously took a step back and hid behind He Ting: "Master! What... is going on?"

Her voice was dry and hoarse, as if someone was strangling her neck, making every word she said quite difficult.

He Ting looked at the portrait in front of him with a gloomy expression. Jiang Yun in the portrait was still so young and beautiful, but now he just felt that the face was spooky and made his back cold.

“Who is it! Who is behind this?!” He Ting roared with a distorted face, “There is actually a traitor in the He family! Find this traitor quickly! Someone must have put this photo there on purpose!”

Lu Qinqin calmed down a little and reacted: "That's right! Someone must be playing tricks! She's just a dead person, she's dead, I don't think she can do anything else!"

She took a step forward and was about to smash Jiang Yun's portrait on the wall, but the next second, the phone rang.

The huge He family mansion was brightly lit in an instant. As Lu Qinqin was used to the darkness, the sudden light made her subconsciously close her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the portrait on the wall had disappeared.

The photo of Jiang Yun turned back into the painting that He Ting bought at a high price at the auction.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Lu Qinqin couldn't believe it. She just blinked her eyes and Jiang Yun's portrait turned into He Ting's painting.

That strange photo of Jiang Yun disappeared right under their noses.

Such a strange scene made her brain go blank in an instant, and cold sweat broke out all over her body.

He Ting's face was gloomy. He rushed forward without hesitation, took the painting down, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it several times in frustration: "Damn it! Who is behind this?!"

He trampled the painting on the wall into pieces with just a few kicks. This painting, which he had bought at a high price at an auction and which he had regarded as a golden example not long ago, was now trampled under his feet.

Although the He family mansion was brightly lit, the smell of incense, candles and paper money in the air was getting stronger and stronger. He Ting stepped on the painting to pieces as if to vent his anger, and then ordered Lu Qinqin to go downstairs to find someone.

"Quick, go call the housekeeper up! She must know what's going on!" He Ting was furious and looked around for something wrong in the house. "Could it be that someone else got in? What are those security guards doing?"

Lu Qinqin was about to turn around and go downstairs, but suddenly she heard the sound of a record player coming from a room at the end of the corridor. The slightly abrupt and contemporary voice came faintly, and it was an old song from the last century.

She paused for a moment, she knew very well that there was no record player at home now, because He Ting didn't like it very much, but the He family had a record player in the past, because Jiang Yun liked listening to records very much and left behind several antique record players during his lifetime.

Lu Qinqin didn't like any traces of Jiang Yun left in her house, so she had thrown away or given away all the record players a long time ago.

She looked hesitantly at the room at the end of the corridor. That was the master bedroom where Jiang Yun and He Ting used to sleep. Later, she converted it into a storage room, which was filled with all kinds of sundries. Except for the servants who occasionally went in to clean, no one else ever entered this room. As for the things in Jiang Yun's original room, she naturally threw them all away.

This room has basically been abandoned. Lu Qinqin has never entered it once. She was afraid that He Ting would be reminded of Jiang Yun by the things he had seen, so she would not let He Ting enter, even though there was no Jiang Yun's things left in it.

However, now, the sound of a record player came from that room, and Lu Qinqin's face suddenly darkened.

"What's that sound?" He Ting frowned. He didn't recognize it as the sound of a record player, nor did he know what was special about it. He was just wondering why someone was singing at home for no reason.

He was certain that someone had sneaked in, and immediately thought that the person was hiding in that room, so he prepared to go over and take a look.

Lu Qinqin was very scared and quickly grabbed He Ting: "Master, don't be impulsive! I'll go down and call for help!"

He Ting sneered, and the chauvinistic alpha's self-esteem swelled to the extreme: "Would I be afraid of this? Whether it's a human or a ghost, I'm not afraid! I want to see who is behind this!"

Go ahead and say it. He rushed towards the room regardless of Lu Qinqin's attempt to stop him.

Lu Qinqin's face turned pale. She wanted to go downstairs and call someone over, but she was afraid that there was really something wrong with that room.

Lu Qinqin hesitated for a moment, but still followed. After all, this was still the He family. Would she be afraid of the place where she had lived for half her life?

The two of them came to the front of the room one after the other. The sound of the record player became louder and louder. The originally ethereal and misty singing voice now seemed ghostly, like a woman's last song before her death, weeping and full of resentment.

He Ting kicked open the door of the room, and the sound of the record player disappeared instantly, but something even stranger happened.

This lifeless storage room, which was originally cluttered with junk, has turned into a normal room with people living in it, with a beautiful carved bed, an elegant dressing table, a bedside table with flowers, and plush carpets covering the entire room.

This is a room full of life. There is an exquisite teacup on the dressing table. The half-drunk tea is emitting curls of hot steam, as if the owner had just left for a while and would be back at any time.

However, this room has not been occupied for nearly twenty years. He Ting looked at the teacup on the dressing table and frowned immediately.

Lu Qinqin began to tremble all over. Maybe He Ting had forgotten it a long time ago, but she was very familiar with everything in this room. Whether it was the furniture in the room or the layout of the room, it was exactly the same as Jiang Yun's room twenty years ago!

Although she dealt with Jiang Yun's room herself, she always remembered that room deeply.

She also saw photos all over the wall. Those photos were all of Jiang Yun’s photos. They were photos of Jiang Yun from childhood to adulthood, from a child of a few years old, to a teenage girl, and then later...

Lu Qinqin remembered those photos. They were the photos she had destroyed one by one. In order to clean up the traces left by Jiang Yun, she burned those photos with her own hands, so that later on, not even a single photo of Jiang Yun could be found in the huge He family mansion.

However, now those photos have all been returned, and all the relics of Jiang Yun that she had destroyed herself have all been returned one by one.

And at this moment, the antique record player started playing again.

This time she recognized it, it was Jiang Yun's voice!

Lu Qinqin finally couldn't control her inner fear anymore and screamed in terror: "Ahhhhhhh!"